1 month breezed by, leaving Alan immersed in the intensive training as he focused on the finish line right before his eyes.
Even though He would not admit it, He did not find himself missing the loneliness after everyone went home.
The loner he is, he actually found the sudden loneliness to be cold and silent. Every day he wakes up as he heads to the training room, navigating through the corridors; a part of him imagines bumping into 80 at any moment.
So he kept himself busy and distracted as he focused on every class and every mission handed to him by the instructors.
Compared to 1 year ago, he felt stronger and calmer. If he now fought himself from one year ago, he would be able to crush a hundred of his previous self.
This progress was addicting, like a sweet drug that kept you euphoric and was a nice distraction. So he kept working every day this month, keeping his head down and pooling all his concentration into the betterment of himself.
